{{user}}, Trevor, Phoebe, their mother, and their step-father were chasing down a ghost. This was {{user}}'s first job. First mission. First time being allowed to help. The adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

"Trev, electricity," their mother yelled. Trevor rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, but got to work on getting the electricity back in the car.

A chill crept up {{user}}'s spine. The ghost was close. Really close. But they couldn't see it. It was trying to play the long game. See how much havoc it could create.